National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

Xiao Cangqing was well aware,

that this young man, whose every move exuded the unique air and elegance of a Western aristocrat,

was no simple opponent. He was on a completely different level from the Emperor Realm Martial Artists at the previous Martial Artist Base.

That was why, once Xiao Cangqing made his move, he couldn’t afford to hold anything back.

He pushed the Elemental Power and Mysterious Power within him to their absolute limits,

like a massive, high-speed furnace, its raging energy surging and exploding.

Countless fishing lines descended from the sky, hooking straight toward the figure.

"Your strength is a cut above that Emperor Realm Martial Artist from the Great Jing Empire,

but in my eyes, you’re still just an ant I can crush at will."

The young man’s pupils swiftly turned blood-red, as if they were made of compressed blood.

Though he was clearly smiling, it created a chilling, disconnected impression.

The young man looked up, his blood-red eyes giving the descending fishing lines a dismissive glance, and they instantly shattered, inch by inch.

In that moment, Xiao Cangqing felt the Mysterious Power within him instantly suppressed, like a mouse before a cat.

’The last time I felt this was from Chu He,’ he thought. ’Could this man’s power be on par with his?’

’Is this the hidden strength of the Lighthouse Empire?’

Despair washed over Xiao Cangqing, and his heart pounded with terror.

He didn’t even have the courage to meet the young man’s gaze.

The Mysterious Power in his body was completely suppressed. He had even lost control of it,

and it now lay dormant and lifeless within him.

With only his Elemental Power remaining, Xiao Cangqing was now only a match for an expert of the King’s Realm.

’Chu He! Where are you, Chu He?! Hurry and save me!’

Xiao Cangqing cried out helplessly in his mind. If not, he was truly done for this time.

Xiao Cangqing hadn’t expected the Lighthouse Empire’s retaliation to be so swift and terrifying.

Then, a wave of intense dizziness washed over him as a Spiritual Power that wasn’t his own churned in his mind.

However, instead of making him despair, this sensation brought a joyful smile to his face.

This reaction took the young man by surprise.

’Did my power scare him witless?

How is that possible?

He’s an Emperor Realm expert, after all. How could he be so spineless?’

The young man muttered to himself.

Then, he watched as Xiao Cangqing collapsed, stiff as a board, a blissful smile on his face as he lost consciousness.

However, the slight rise and fall of his chest showed that Xiao Cangqing wasn’t dead, merely unconscious.

Just as the young man was about to make his next move, a figure materialized out of thin air without any warning.

The figure stood upon the empty air,

standing there silently, looking at him with a calm expression.

"You’re Chu He?"

The young man’s mind raced; he recognized the abrupt newcomer’s face.

"You know me?"

Chu He’s eyes moved over the stranger. He didn’t recognize the young man.

There was something strange about this young man’s condition, something Chu He couldn’t quite grasp.

The Mysterious Power surging within the young man was tinged with a unique, indescribable fluctuation.

This fluctuation inexplicably created a sense of pressure,

like the natural pressure a commoner feels before a king.

It was something Chu He had never felt before.

"You’ve been making such a scene out in the world, how could I not know you?

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Jerry, from the Lighthouse Empire.

As the one hailed as the strongest expert on Blue Star, you have the right to know whose hand you will die by."

The young man’s words were utterly arrogant.

In his eyes, this so-called "strongest in the world" had never even touched upon the world’s true, core secrets.

It was only because his kind had not revealed their true faces to the world that a few buffoons were able to prop him up on a pedestal like a god.

Today, Jerry would personally put an end to the legend of this "strongest in the world,"

and let those lowly humans have a proper taste of what true despair felt like.

Chu He’s Primordial Spirit Power left the other man with nowhere to hide.

He could clearly sense

that the man’s body contained none of the aura or unique fluctuations of a living person.

There was only the same coldness and savagery he’d found in other Evil Spirits.

This reminded Chu He of something the goat-headed Evil Spirit, Bafumie, had mentioned before.

The true power behind the Lighthouse Empire was a Vampire Clan with a lineage stretching back thousands of years.

"You must be from the Lighthouse Empire’s Vampire clan,"

Chu He stated, his voice as calm as still water.

"You even know about that.

Watch your tongue! We are not mere Vampires, we are the noble Blood Race!"

A flicker of surprise appeared in Jerry’s eyes for the first time, but he still corrected Chu He.

"A Vampire is a Vampire. A creature that can’t stand the sunlight! A different name won’t change the fact that you still can’t face the light!"

Chu He mocked him with contempt.

The words were like a dagger to Jerry’s heart, and his expression instantly darkened.

From beneath the magnificent tailcoat, custom-made by a master tailor of old,

a great swarm of bats suddenly burst forth. Like the most turbulent tide in the dead of night, they instantly tore apart the tranquility of the daytime.

They took flight, their wings beating as they wove together into a black curtain that blotted out the sky, swallowing every last ray of sunlight.

The sky looked as if it had been doused in thick ink, so dark that not even the sun’s light could pierce it.

With a flick of his wrist, Jerry tossed his parasol to the ground.

Then, his slender fingers flexed, and his sharp nails tore through his white gloves, glinting coldly.

In a flash, he lunged straight for Chu He.

Chu He’s body shifted like a dragon emerging from the sea, the Xuanyuan Sword materializing in his hand.

The blade flowed with a dazzling golden light, the ultimate manifestation of pure Yang Power,

with every inch exuding an inviolable majesty.

With a flick of his wrist, the sword flashed like a dragon, cleaving through the air with the power to tear through anything as it shot toward Jerry.

Faced with this unstoppable strike, a look of disbelief flashed in Jerry’s eyes.

He hadn’t expected Chu He’s strength to have reached such a level,

and the Yang Power contained within that sword light could rival the brilliance of the sun itself, inspiring awe.

"No wonder..."

Jerry muttered, "To be known by the world as the strongest expert on Blue Star... you truly live up to the name."

Realizing he could no longer win on speed and strength alone,

Jerry suddenly parted his lips, and a deep roar mixed with an ancient Spell erupted from his throat.

"Oh, great Ancestor, please protect your descendant!"

At the same time, he spat out a mouthful of black blood. The blood didn’t scatter but was drawn by an invisible force, coalescing into a complex and bizarre Rune that radiated a heart-stoppingly evil aura.

From within the Rune, the screeches of bats rose and fell, weaving a symphony of death.

As the Rune took shape, the space behind Jerry began to distort,

and a massive, black phantom slowly emerged. The shadow was incomparably vast, wreathed in profound darkness and an indescribable power.

It was like the projection of an ancient, evil god, its true form impossible to look upon directly.

Its very presence seemed to make the surrounding air freeze solid.

"Ancestor?"

Chu He watched with interest as the black phantom gradually solidified.

The black phantom expanded rapidly, forming a behemoth fifty to sixty meters tall.

At this moment, Jerry’s entire aura grew increasingly ferocious.